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Eva had needed a few days to recover from her visit to her master's house. She had left with apprehension about being a submissive and this new world was a challenge both physically and psychologically. Why did he need to own every part of her body? She had given clear boundaries and yet he pushed her to accept violations she had never agreed to but she had found obedience and acceptance of her depleted authority to be the biggest sexual stimulation of the whole experience.
When she got home she had soaked in a hot bath for ages soothing her sore skin, her aching limbs and her swollen, abused pussy and tender arse. Even though she hadn't been ridden up her butt she had never taken anything up there, and it hurt. She was horrified that she had been used there but it turned her on. It had been uncomfortable, humiliating, verging on non-consensual. She had her safe word. Her reluctance to utilise it confused her.
One question she couldn't answer just then was whether she would go back. The warning she had received as she left the house was she would be taught how to be a good submissive on her return. She was so proud and head strong. She didn't know if she wanted to be controlled. And she certainly wasn't going to obey a cruel sex master who disregarded her boundaries. But he obviously knew her better than she knew herself because he knew it turned her on. He had given her sexual satisfaction and he had made her cum harder than she had ever experienced in her life. He had unlocked a very dark, dangerous desire and she couldn't ignore the consuming and desperate need she felt for sexual deviation.
So when Eva received an email five days after her visit, it was just long enough for her to have recovered physically and consider being back as his submissive again. Psychologically, she was feeling mischievous and wanted to play with him. He was going to have a challenge if he intended owning her.
Brad's email read:
Dear Eva,
I am ready to teach you to use your manners. I know you are a deliciously beautiful and insatiable woman but you are not above being polite to your master. You will visit me again.
Master.
This was infuriating to Eva. How could he be so sure she would go back? It made her feel like a silly, little girl to be so predictable and needy. She would ignore him. She was not going to be that easy to crack.
An hour later she received the next email:
Eva,
You know you have been distracted for the last hour thinking about being my submissive. Your panties are wet as your moist cunt dribbles in anticipation of being dominated and used. Stop being a proud and silly little girl and start behaving like the sexual deviant slut you discovered in my playroom.
Master.
Eva read the email. She gushed as she read his graphic description of her. He was accurate in his perception of her experience. She was a needy, sexually enlightened, whore of a woman since she had visited him. She had played with herself at least twice every day since her visit, even though her pussy had been tender and her pelvic bones hurt. She needed more. She couldn't satisfy herself. More concerning still, her underwear was saturated in her juice and she needed to calm down or it would be embarrassing when she had to walk into the meeting she was due to attend in fifteen minutes.
She stood up and walked across the office. She could smell her cunt. She was so aroused. She was sure her team of assistants gave her a long hard stare as she hastily strode to the ladies washroom, past their workstations. Her nipples were hard and protruding obscenely under her shear, cream blouse. They were actually visible through her fine, large cupped bra. The dark colouration of her nipples showed through the light pink lace that was meant to mask her areola. She entered the cubicle and slipped her knickers down. Her pussy was dripping. She slipped two fingers in her needy cunt and groaned with relief. She rubbed her already swollen clit and lent over the toilet, legs open, arse protruding. She was about to cum when she heard the door to the washroom open.
"Eva, are you in here?" shouted her boss.
For fuck's sake, thought Eva.
"I'm right there," she shouted back.
Orgasm denied, she wiped her dripping pussy and fingers, flushed, and left the cubicle. She washed her hands, albeit she was never going to get the scent of her aroused cunt off her fingers that easily.
Over the next hour Eva sat through the meeting hearing about excellence and target setting. She was distracted. She kept having flashbacks of her time in the playroom. Her pussy being used, her arse being opened up. Her body was aroused and her damp, lace panties were drenched to the point she thought she would leave a damp seat when she stood up, it was sure to have seeped through her business dress.
"Eva," her boss said firmly.
Eva looked up and saw the meeting room was empty.
"What the fuck is going on with you today?" asked the boss, frustrated.
Usually Eva was all charm and focused. She was one of the company's greatest assets. She was beautiful but always modestly dressed. She was charming with clients but always professional. She was highly intelligent, astute and always in control. Today her boss was not seeing any of this.
"I'm not sure I feel--" started Eva.
"Take the rest of the day off. Go sort out whatever it is stopping you doing what I pay you for. I'll see you back in tomorrow," instructed the boss. "And Eva, I hope he is worth it."
Eva felt herself flush with embarrassment. Was she really that transparent? She gathered her handbag and car keys and got in the elevator to leave the office block for the day. She glanced at her phone to see how her inbox was and she had three unread emails. As Eva exited the lift, the receptionist called over to her,
"A parcel for you, Miss Conner."
Eva signed for the parcel and dashed out to her car in the parking lot. She drove out of the financial district and didn't stop till she had turned into the rest area just before the freeway. Switching the ignition off, she reached for her phone.
The first unopened email read:
Eva,
I feel it is time for us to have a conversation about manners. Not only have you not thanked sir for your pleasure but you fail to respond to his polite and patient requests.
I have sent you a parcel.
Master
The second email read:
Eva,
You must open the parcel. It contains everything you need if you wish to continue with this arrangement. I know you have a free afternoon so I have taken the liberty of arranging our next meet for 16.00 hours.
I know you need me to own you. You can't say no, can you?
Master.
This email was more direct and it worried Eva that Master knew she had left work early. She felt the panic in her stomach rise and she looked round the rest area to see if she was being watched. Nothing.
One more unread email:
Play the game my way. You're safe. I need you as much as you need me.
Brad.
This was playing with her alright. She was confused, she was was apprehensive, but she was turned on like she had never thought possible. She looked at the parcel. She could put it in the trunk, drive home and ignore it. She would probably spend the next day wondering what could have happened and that wasn't going to help clear her head and get back to work tomorrow.
Taking the end of her car key she scored down the tape that was holding the parcel together. In the box she found a set of typed instructions and a locker key.
Intrigued, Eva opened up the instructions. They read:
Submissive,
If I have got to know you well enough, I will have correctly predicted that you will now be sat in the rest area just before your turning onto the freeway on your way home. Take the locker key into the service station. The lockers are located at the rear of the building. You locker is number 15. Open it.
Master.
Why would he go to this much trouble? Eva thought. She set off to find the locker, wondering if he was watching her.
In the locker there was a coat and a small case. On the case was a label saying, 'take to ladies washroom.'
Eva made her way to the washroom and locked herself in a cubicle as far into the facilities as she could find. She unzipped the case. She found three bags labelled one, two and three. She opened bag number one. It contained a mobile phone and a vibrator. There were typed instructions, as before.
Submissive,
I want to see you cum. Send me a video of you playing. You are desperate. It won't take you long. I want to see your wet, needy pussy. Master is very generous and allows you this one orgasm before he is in charge. The contact details are in the phone already.
Eva's head was spinning. What the hell was she doing? She really wanted to cum but in the washroom? How cheap and degrading!
She slipped down her drenched panties. She was reminded of the denied orgasm in the washroom at work, rudely interrupted by her boss. She hitched up her tight dress so her slit was on show and she balanced the phone on the cistern of the toilet. It was surprisingly easy to get the right height and angle on the camera. She pressed record. Her manicured fingers slipped between the labia that concealed her entrance. Her clit was already throbbing and swollen. She turned the vibrator on and was surprised how quiet it was. It was gentle and she moved it slowly over her clit. Clicking the control she turned the speed and intensity up. She wanted that orgasm. Turning round to face away from the camera she bent over, inserted the vibrator into her saturated pussy and rubbed her clit insistently with her fingers. It was so quick and intense. Her orgasm hit her body hard and fast and she had to curb her groan as she forgot where she was. She eased the soaked vibrator out of her pussy, defiantly inserted it into her lipstick framed mouth and sucked it clean. She leaned forward and pressed stop on the phone. Send.
If that was what bag one had in store for her, she was excited about opening bag two and three.
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